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The sunlight that streamed through the holes at the top of the tent was enough to make the leier stir. It was early morning and the desert air was still chilly, but the sun beating down on the sands was already warming the air. Having lived in the desert his entire life, Hasani was not bothered by the heat. He wasn't even bothered by the heat of his wife with her back against his chest.
Cit was that thought alone that had him opening his eyes and blinking into the dim light. Shifting a little, his arms wound tighter around Tanishe, pulling her more firmly back against him. The lazy mornings were something he had come to love. With the strain of having to lead the Gesin, the few hours of time where he got to relax at the end of the night and start of a morning her vital yo his sanity.
Hasani was calm and level headed, a trait that his father-in-law had favored in him, but even the leier of a tribe required peace and tranquility in the quiet moments of a day when few others were active. Nuzzling in against Tanishe's neck, he brushed a few sleepy kisses against her skin, not really trying to wake her…
But certainly trying to coax her into lucidity.
The man breathed her in, pressed a loving kiss against her temple and then slowly released her from his grasp, sliding out from beneath her as best he could without jostling her. The leier rolled onto his back, rubbing at his eyes and his face, even slapping his cheeks lightly in order to wake himself up. His dark gaze landed on Tanishe's back and he found himself smiling contentedly as he pushed himself to his feet.
He would let her sleep. For now. But it wouldn't be long before the tribe needed their attention, and if his soft hints that she needed to rise had not hit their mark, he would be finding other ways to wake her.
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The sunlight that streamed through the holes at the top of the tent was enough to make the leier stir. It was early morning and the desert air was still chilly, but the sun beating down on the sands was already warming the air. Having lived in the desert his entire life, Hasani was not bothered by the heat. He wasn't even bothered by the heat of his wife with her back against his chest.
Cit was that thought alone that had him opening his eyes and blinking into the dim light. Shifting a little, his arms wound tighter around Tanishe, pulling her more firmly back against him. The lazy mornings were something he had come to love. With the strain of having to lead the Gesin, the few hours of time where he got to relax at the end of the night and start of a morning her vital yo his sanity.
Hasani was calm and level headed, a trait that his father-in-law had favored in him, but even the leier of a tribe required peace and tranquility in the quiet moments of a day when few others were active. Nuzzling in against Tanishe's neck, he brushed a few sleepy kisses against her skin, not really trying to wake her…
But certainly trying to coax her into lucidity.
The man breathed her in, pressed a loving kiss against her temple and then slowly released her from his grasp, sliding out from beneath her as best he could without jostling her. The leier rolled onto his back, rubbing at his eyes and his face, even slapping his cheeks lightly in order to wake himself up. His dark gaze landed on Tanishe's back and he found himself smiling contentedly as he pushed himself to his feet.
He would let her sleep. For now. But it wouldn't be long before the tribe needed their attention, and if his soft hints that she needed to rise had not hit their mark, he would be finding other ways to wake her.
The sunlight that streamed through the holes at the top of the tent was enough to make the leier stir. It was early morning and the desert air was still chilly, but the sun beating down on the sands was already warming the air. Having lived in the desert his entire life, Hasani was not bothered by the heat. He wasn't even bothered by the heat of his wife with her back against his chest.
Cit was that thought alone that had him opening his eyes and blinking into the dim light. Shifting a little, his arms wound tighter around Tanishe, pulling her more firmly back against him. The lazy mornings were something he had come to love. With the strain of having to lead the Gesin, the few hours of time where he got to relax at the end of the night and start of a morning her vital yo his sanity.
Hasani was calm and level headed, a trait that his father-in-law had favored in him, but even the leier of a tribe required peace and tranquility in the quiet moments of a day when few others were active. Nuzzling in against Tanishe's neck, he brushed a few sleepy kisses against her skin, not really trying to wake her…
But certainly trying to coax her into lucidity.
The man breathed her in, pressed a loving kiss against her temple and then slowly released her from his grasp, sliding out from beneath her as best he could without jostling her. The leier rolled onto his back, rubbing at his eyes and his face, even slapping his cheeks lightly in order to wake himself up. His dark gaze landed on Tanishe's back and he found himself smiling contentedly as he pushed himself to his feet.
He would let her sleep. For now. But it wouldn't be long before the tribe needed their attention, and if his soft hints that she needed to rise had not hit their mark, he would be finding other ways to wake her.
The tribe had been on the move for days and had only set up camp yesterday. She had been as busy as anyone else with the various tasks needed to be completed with that, which included unloading wagons, setting up their bed, unloading their bags for their clothes, and basically assembling their tent the way it always needed to be when they were settled somewhere for a few weeks. It was something that was done quickly, as they were not overburdened with things, but it was work nonetheless.
His arms around her and the gentle way he pulled her into him were enough to rouse her from her deeper sleep but not enough to make her open her eyes. She breathed in deeply and the corners of her mouth curved upward a bit as he nuzzled into her neck but as soon as he let go, she drifted off again into a light sleep. Plans for the day were now swirling around in her head but in a slow, dreamy way so that she stretched languidly out beneath their blanket. She was only aware of him standing in the vaguest of ways and knew that he wanted her up but until he told her to, she would snuggle deeper into the pelt bed beneath her.
Beyond their tent, only the ones who tended the animals were awake. Goats bleated, wanting milked, a camel grumped from somewhere unseen. A jackal stood on a rock overlooking their camp, waiting to see if there was some way of getting to a few of their animals without anyone seeing. Life, in short, happened whether Tanishe awoke or not.
The longer he let her lay there, the more she felt the silent push to awaken properly. With a sleepy sigh, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest, folding her arms atop them, and then resting her forehead against her forearms, resting in the triangle of darkness she’d now created for herself. Slowly, she started to slip back into sleep, collapsing lightly back onto the bed. The blanket half covered her and in the gloom, the sunlight filtering in caught her skin in a soft glow.
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The tribe had been on the move for days and had only set up camp yesterday. She had been as busy as anyone else with the various tasks needed to be completed with that, which included unloading wagons, setting up their bed, unloading their bags for their clothes, and basically assembling their tent the way it always needed to be when they were settled somewhere for a few weeks. It was something that was done quickly, as they were not overburdened with things, but it was work nonetheless.
His arms around her and the gentle way he pulled her into him were enough to rouse her from her deeper sleep but not enough to make her open her eyes. She breathed in deeply and the corners of her mouth curved upward a bit as he nuzzled into her neck but as soon as he let go, she drifted off again into a light sleep. Plans for the day were now swirling around in her head but in a slow, dreamy way so that she stretched languidly out beneath their blanket. She was only aware of him standing in the vaguest of ways and knew that he wanted her up but until he told her to, she would snuggle deeper into the pelt bed beneath her.
Beyond their tent, only the ones who tended the animals were awake. Goats bleated, wanting milked, a camel grumped from somewhere unseen. A jackal stood on a rock overlooking their camp, waiting to see if there was some way of getting to a few of their animals without anyone seeing. Life, in short, happened whether Tanishe awoke or not.
The longer he let her lay there, the more she felt the silent push to awaken properly. With a sleepy sigh, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest, folding her arms atop them, and then resting her forehead against her forearms, resting in the triangle of darkness she’d now created for herself. Slowly, she started to slip back into sleep, collapsing lightly back onto the bed. The blanket half covered her and in the gloom, the sunlight filtering in caught her skin in a soft glow.
The tribe had been on the move for days and had only set up camp yesterday. She had been as busy as anyone else with the various tasks needed to be completed with that, which included unloading wagons, setting up their bed, unloading their bags for their clothes, and basically assembling their tent the way it always needed to be when they were settled somewhere for a few weeks. It was something that was done quickly, as they were not overburdened with things, but it was work nonetheless.
His arms around her and the gentle way he pulled her into him were enough to rouse her from her deeper sleep but not enough to make her open her eyes. She breathed in deeply and the corners of her mouth curved upward a bit as he nuzzled into her neck but as soon as he let go, she drifted off again into a light sleep. Plans for the day were now swirling around in her head but in a slow, dreamy way so that she stretched languidly out beneath their blanket. She was only aware of him standing in the vaguest of ways and knew that he wanted her up but until he told her to, she would snuggle deeper into the pelt bed beneath her.
Beyond their tent, only the ones who tended the animals were awake. Goats bleated, wanting milked, a camel grumped from somewhere unseen. A jackal stood on a rock overlooking their camp, waiting to see if there was some way of getting to a few of their animals without anyone seeing. Life, in short, happened whether Tanishe awoke or not.
The longer he let her lay there, the more she felt the silent push to awaken properly. With a sleepy sigh, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest, folding her arms atop them, and then resting her forehead against her forearms, resting in the triangle of darkness she’d now created for herself. Slowly, she started to slip back into sleep, collapsing lightly back onto the bed. The blanket half covered her and in the gloom, the sunlight filtering in caught her skin in a soft glow.
When his wife seemed inclined to keep sleeping, Hasani dropped his gaze to her. Initially, he tried not to laugh at the way she had sat up and then near immediately started to drift back off to sleep. But it was hard not to find amusement in his wife's difficulty to rise for the day. Some mornings he would wake her with his hand drifting down her front. That always seemed to work. But other mornings, like this one, he enjoyed the rather adorable disinterest in actually getting up.
Clearing his throat, the leier let his gaze wander the stretch of warm, glowing skin as she basked in the morning sunlight. There was a silent war with himself about whether to let her sleep or to bother her into wakefulness. He decided on the later as he slowly crouched back down into their bed.
This time he trailed his lips up from her navel and all the way back to her neck. "Tanishe," he said in quiet warning, "My beautiful leieren. My enigmatic wife. My dutiful healer," the man purred at her, a smile tugging at his lips. His hand had gripped into the blanket that only half covered her as she whispered against her ear.
In one easy motion, the leier had removed the blanket in a slow trail and tossed it aside. Hasani kissed her temple and then her lips, being somewhat nice to her in her sleepy haze. "It is time to rise," he added, his voice a warm, molten thing. A chuckle sounded at the very back of his throat. "I pray to the ancestors that this will be my only warning," a playful lilt edged his tone.
Because he would resort to meaner measures. Tickling, little drops of milk on her forehead, poking her ribs. Anything he could think of and sometimes the weirdest option was best.
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When his wife seemed inclined to keep sleeping, Hasani dropped his gaze to her. Initially, he tried not to laugh at the way she had sat up and then near immediately started to drift back off to sleep. But it was hard not to find amusement in his wife's difficulty to rise for the day. Some mornings he would wake her with his hand drifting down her front. That always seemed to work. But other mornings, like this one, he enjoyed the rather adorable disinterest in actually getting up.
Clearing his throat, the leier let his gaze wander the stretch of warm, glowing skin as she basked in the morning sunlight. There was a silent war with himself about whether to let her sleep or to bother her into wakefulness. He decided on the later as he slowly crouched back down into their bed.
This time he trailed his lips up from her navel and all the way back to her neck. "Tanishe," he said in quiet warning, "My beautiful leieren. My enigmatic wife. My dutiful healer," the man purred at her, a smile tugging at his lips. His hand had gripped into the blanket that only half covered her as she whispered against her ear.
In one easy motion, the leier had removed the blanket in a slow trail and tossed it aside. Hasani kissed her temple and then her lips, being somewhat nice to her in her sleepy haze. "It is time to rise," he added, his voice a warm, molten thing. A chuckle sounded at the very back of his throat. "I pray to the ancestors that this will be my only warning," a playful lilt edged his tone.
Because he would resort to meaner measures. Tickling, little drops of milk on her forehead, poking her ribs. Anything he could think of and sometimes the weirdest option was best.
When his wife seemed inclined to keep sleeping, Hasani dropped his gaze to her. Initially, he tried not to laugh at the way she had sat up and then near immediately started to drift back off to sleep. But it was hard not to find amusement in his wife's difficulty to rise for the day. Some mornings he would wake her with his hand drifting down her front. That always seemed to work. But other mornings, like this one, he enjoyed the rather adorable disinterest in actually getting up.
Clearing his throat, the leier let his gaze wander the stretch of warm, glowing skin as she basked in the morning sunlight. There was a silent war with himself about whether to let her sleep or to bother her into wakefulness. He decided on the later as he slowly crouched back down into their bed.
This time he trailed his lips up from her navel and all the way back to her neck. "Tanishe," he said in quiet warning, "My beautiful leieren. My enigmatic wife. My dutiful healer," the man purred at her, a smile tugging at his lips. His hand had gripped into the blanket that only half covered her as she whispered against her ear.
In one easy motion, the leier had removed the blanket in a slow trail and tossed it aside. Hasani kissed her temple and then her lips, being somewhat nice to her in her sleepy haze. "It is time to rise," he added, his voice a warm, molten thing. A chuckle sounded at the very back of his throat. "I pray to the ancestors that this will be my only warning," a playful lilt edged his tone.
Because he would resort to meaner measures. Tickling, little drops of milk on her forehead, poking her ribs. Anything he could think of and sometimes the weirdest option was best.
She lay there, drifting, quite unaware of time passing. It seemed to stretch on for hours and yet was only mere seconds. Partially aware of him watching her, and partially still dreaming. The bed was so warm and too comfortable. If she was awake, she would have been a little annoyed at herself for being so lazy. Laziness has a seductive siren call to it and she was firmly entrenched in it now.
When Hasani cleared his throat, she did surface back to full wakefulness and stretched again with a deep sigh. The blanket felt delicious against her skin as it slid while she rolled from her side onto her back, leaving her mostly exposed. The bed sank a little bit and she smiled, refusing to open her eyes as Hasani’s soft lips caressed her skin. Her hands found his shoulders and moved with his progress up her body.
"Tanishe. My beautiful leieren. My enigmatic wife. My dutiful healer.”
She cracked one brown eye open at him. The loss of the blanket made her raise slightly in a vain attempt to reach for it but his lips met hers and she let herself lay back down, an arm sliding around his shoulders and a contented sound escaped her.
"It is time to rise. I pray to the ancestors that this will be my only warning.”
“It will, my husband, oh reminder of duty.” She yawned and stretched again, sliding out from under him and finally stood for the day. Thankfully, they were alone in their tent. She could stay naked if she wished, as long as she was in here. They both knew that she could not, and so she moved the short distance over to their bags and pulled out a gorgeous red dress for her day, draping it over her frame.
“What are your plans today, my leier?”
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She lay there, drifting, quite unaware of time passing. It seemed to stretch on for hours and yet was only mere seconds. Partially aware of him watching her, and partially still dreaming. The bed was so warm and too comfortable. If she was awake, she would have been a little annoyed at herself for being so lazy. Laziness has a seductive siren call to it and she was firmly entrenched in it now.
When Hasani cleared his throat, she did surface back to full wakefulness and stretched again with a deep sigh. The blanket felt delicious against her skin as it slid while she rolled from her side onto her back, leaving her mostly exposed. The bed sank a little bit and she smiled, refusing to open her eyes as Hasani’s soft lips caressed her skin. Her hands found his shoulders and moved with his progress up her body.
"Tanishe. My beautiful leieren. My enigmatic wife. My dutiful healer.”
She cracked one brown eye open at him. The loss of the blanket made her raise slightly in a vain attempt to reach for it but his lips met hers and she let herself lay back down, an arm sliding around his shoulders and a contented sound escaped her.
"It is time to rise. I pray to the ancestors that this will be my only warning.”
“It will, my husband, oh reminder of duty.” She yawned and stretched again, sliding out from under him and finally stood for the day. Thankfully, they were alone in their tent. She could stay naked if she wished, as long as she was in here. They both knew that she could not, and so she moved the short distance over to their bags and pulled out a gorgeous red dress for her day, draping it over her frame.
“What are your plans today, my leier?”
She lay there, drifting, quite unaware of time passing. It seemed to stretch on for hours and yet was only mere seconds. Partially aware of him watching her, and partially still dreaming. The bed was so warm and too comfortable. If she was awake, she would have been a little annoyed at herself for being so lazy. Laziness has a seductive siren call to it and she was firmly entrenched in it now.
When Hasani cleared his throat, she did surface back to full wakefulness and stretched again with a deep sigh. The blanket felt delicious against her skin as it slid while she rolled from her side onto her back, leaving her mostly exposed. The bed sank a little bit and she smiled, refusing to open her eyes as Hasani’s soft lips caressed her skin. Her hands found his shoulders and moved with his progress up her body.
"Tanishe. My beautiful leieren. My enigmatic wife. My dutiful healer.”
She cracked one brown eye open at him. The loss of the blanket made her raise slightly in a vain attempt to reach for it but his lips met hers and she let herself lay back down, an arm sliding around his shoulders and a contented sound escaped her.
"It is time to rise. I pray to the ancestors that this will be my only warning.”
“It will, my husband, oh reminder of duty.” She yawned and stretched again, sliding out from under him and finally stood for the day. Thankfully, they were alone in their tent. She could stay naked if she wished, as long as she was in here. They both knew that she could not, and so she moved the short distance over to their bags and pulled out a gorgeous red dress for her day, draping it over her frame.
“What are your plans today, my leier?”
Hasani was pleased at the feeling of her hands following on his trail up her body. But his affection seemed to wake her fully and when she slid out from beneath him, he chuckled and settled back on the bed. Of course, he took his time in admiring her form, pillowing his hands behind his head with an impish smile on his features. He hadn't taken the time to dress yet, but this was fine.
He would allow himself the few glorious moments to admire his best friend and wife.
He seemed to nod in encouragement as she dressed herself in red, a rumbling hum sounding deep in his chest. What did he have planned for today? Honestly? It just depended on the day. He would find things to do as he went along, as he usually did. It was as simple as performing his rounds through the tribe, settling minor disputes or spats, sending out hunters, maybe even observing young warriors and healers in the process of their learning.
Hasani pushed himself up from the bed once more, running his hand back across the top of his head in thought. "First I will find us a meal and then I will walk my rounds. The warriors are having an assessment today," he commented, "The young ones, at least." That had been him once. Learning to fight alongside the other young boys who wanted to protect the tribe rather than become a healer. "Your brother and I were betting on who will come out on top today," Hasani added with a snicker.
Taking long steps, he moved to pull his clothing out of his bags, dressing with a sleepy slowness and a pointed lack of motivation. "What of your day? Any elders to tend to?" he asked casually, shifting around in the tent so that he didn't accidentally bump her. Sometimes he wished the tent was a little taller. He had to duck down much of the time. One day Hasani swore it would give him a permanent hunch.
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Hasani was pleased at the feeling of her hands following on his trail up her body. But his affection seemed to wake her fully and when she slid out from beneath him, he chuckled and settled back on the bed. Of course, he took his time in admiring her form, pillowing his hands behind his head with an impish smile on his features. He hadn't taken the time to dress yet, but this was fine.
He would allow himself the few glorious moments to admire his best friend and wife.
He seemed to nod in encouragement as she dressed herself in red, a rumbling hum sounding deep in his chest. What did he have planned for today? Honestly? It just depended on the day. He would find things to do as he went along, as he usually did. It was as simple as performing his rounds through the tribe, settling minor disputes or spats, sending out hunters, maybe even observing young warriors and healers in the process of their learning.
Hasani pushed himself up from the bed once more, running his hand back across the top of his head in thought. "First I will find us a meal and then I will walk my rounds. The warriors are having an assessment today," he commented, "The young ones, at least." That had been him once. Learning to fight alongside the other young boys who wanted to protect the tribe rather than become a healer. "Your brother and I were betting on who will come out on top today," Hasani added with a snicker.
Taking long steps, he moved to pull his clothing out of his bags, dressing with a sleepy slowness and a pointed lack of motivation. "What of your day? Any elders to tend to?" he asked casually, shifting around in the tent so that he didn't accidentally bump her. Sometimes he wished the tent was a little taller. He had to duck down much of the time. One day Hasani swore it would give him a permanent hunch.
Hasani was pleased at the feeling of her hands following on his trail up her body. But his affection seemed to wake her fully and when she slid out from beneath him, he chuckled and settled back on the bed. Of course, he took his time in admiring her form, pillowing his hands behind his head with an impish smile on his features. He hadn't taken the time to dress yet, but this was fine.
He would allow himself the few glorious moments to admire his best friend and wife.
He seemed to nod in encouragement as she dressed herself in red, a rumbling hum sounding deep in his chest. What did he have planned for today? Honestly? It just depended on the day. He would find things to do as he went along, as he usually did. It was as simple as performing his rounds through the tribe, settling minor disputes or spats, sending out hunters, maybe even observing young warriors and healers in the process of their learning.
Hasani pushed himself up from the bed once more, running his hand back across the top of his head in thought. "First I will find us a meal and then I will walk my rounds. The warriors are having an assessment today," he commented, "The young ones, at least." That had been him once. Learning to fight alongside the other young boys who wanted to protect the tribe rather than become a healer. "Your brother and I were betting on who will come out on top today," Hasani added with a snicker.
Taking long steps, he moved to pull his clothing out of his bags, dressing with a sleepy slowness and a pointed lack of motivation. "What of your day? Any elders to tend to?" he asked casually, shifting around in the tent so that he didn't accidentally bump her. Sometimes he wished the tent was a little taller. He had to duck down much of the time. One day Hasani swore it would give him a permanent hunch.
“Do not trouble yourself with a meal, husband. There is bread from last night and dried meat. If we are very lucky I might find some roots later and I will have a stew for you.” That was assuming, of course that she’d have time to cook. There was the old woman who could no longer walk. She had to be supported across the desert by stretcher and because of the bumping and jostling, her skin had torn open and no one had known. She would not last long now, but they could at least make her comfortable.
“I do need to go to Atikkah,” she said, coming up to him and kissing his bare arm. His skin looked so smooth in this light. So tempting. She nuzzled him and then went back to her own pack and pulled out a headscarf and some khol and a looking glass. Because of the desert sun, she liked to do what Egyptians did and line her eyes with the soft black makeup. It made it so that the light didn’t glint around her face as much. The head scarf was both to protect her head and her face, if necessary from the dust that could constantly blow around at a moment’s notice.
A goat screamed somewhere and she smiled. “I hear someone getting their day started too,” she said. Careful to rewrap her khol stick, she placed it delicately back in its pouch and tied on her head covering, now mostly ready.
“Atikkah will not last long, husband. Do you mind if we stay here until she has passed on? It will be a few days at most. The riding in the stretcher will hurt her.”
Not that they would move camp immediately. Everyone needed rest. They could not walk every single day, aimlessly. Of course they stopped for a few days or weeks, depending on where they ended up. Especially if it was a grassy place for the animals. But she wanted to make sure, just in case Hasani wanted some place different.
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“Do not trouble yourself with a meal, husband. There is bread from last night and dried meat. If we are very lucky I might find some roots later and I will have a stew for you.” That was assuming, of course that she’d have time to cook. There was the old woman who could no longer walk. She had to be supported across the desert by stretcher and because of the bumping and jostling, her skin had torn open and no one had known. She would not last long now, but they could at least make her comfortable.
“I do need to go to Atikkah,” she said, coming up to him and kissing his bare arm. His skin looked so smooth in this light. So tempting. She nuzzled him and then went back to her own pack and pulled out a headscarf and some khol and a looking glass. Because of the desert sun, she liked to do what Egyptians did and line her eyes with the soft black makeup. It made it so that the light didn’t glint around her face as much. The head scarf was both to protect her head and her face, if necessary from the dust that could constantly blow around at a moment’s notice.
A goat screamed somewhere and she smiled. “I hear someone getting their day started too,” she said. Careful to rewrap her khol stick, she placed it delicately back in its pouch and tied on her head covering, now mostly ready.
“Atikkah will not last long, husband. Do you mind if we stay here until she has passed on? It will be a few days at most. The riding in the stretcher will hurt her.”
Not that they would move camp immediately. Everyone needed rest. They could not walk every single day, aimlessly. Of course they stopped for a few days or weeks, depending on where they ended up. Especially if it was a grassy place for the animals. But she wanted to make sure, just in case Hasani wanted some place different.
“Do not trouble yourself with a meal, husband. There is bread from last night and dried meat. If we are very lucky I might find some roots later and I will have a stew for you.” That was assuming, of course that she’d have time to cook. There was the old woman who could no longer walk. She had to be supported across the desert by stretcher and because of the bumping and jostling, her skin had torn open and no one had known. She would not last long now, but they could at least make her comfortable.
“I do need to go to Atikkah,” she said, coming up to him and kissing his bare arm. His skin looked so smooth in this light. So tempting. She nuzzled him and then went back to her own pack and pulled out a headscarf and some khol and a looking glass. Because of the desert sun, she liked to do what Egyptians did and line her eyes with the soft black makeup. It made it so that the light didn’t glint around her face as much. The head scarf was both to protect her head and her face, if necessary from the dust that could constantly blow around at a moment’s notice.
A goat screamed somewhere and she smiled. “I hear someone getting their day started too,” she said. Careful to rewrap her khol stick, she placed it delicately back in its pouch and tied on her head covering, now mostly ready.
“Atikkah will not last long, husband. Do you mind if we stay here until she has passed on? It will be a few days at most. The riding in the stretcher will hurt her.”
Not that they would move camp immediately. Everyone needed rest. They could not walk every single day, aimlessly. Of course they stopped for a few days or weeks, depending on where they ended up. Especially if it was a grassy place for the animals. But she wanted to make sure, just in case Hasani wanted some place different.
"I hope we are lucky," Hasani said with a soft rumble. The thought of a stew made with some of the fresh milk of the goats was alluring. And different from their usual fare. "I will take the hunters out to see what we might find," Hasani said lightly as an after thought, knowing that some of the desert dwelling animals could be a different, but satisfying addition to their normal meals. The tribe often subsisted on dried meats and whatever vegetation they could find and trade for. However, the addition of a fresh component always seemed to lift spirits.
When his wife mentioned the old woman who had been failing in health for quite some time, Hasani breathed deeply through his nose, letting his gaze flick to her. He observed her applying her khol, thick, muscular arms acrossing firmly against his chest. "I will attend to Atikkah later," Hasani offered lightly. He always liked to sit with the tribemates who were ailing or old. Having a friendly face and the support of the first family was always the best way to go.
Hasani startled at the sound of the screaming goat and he rubbed at his face. "That goat is the strangest creature I have ever witnessed. What has possessed it to scream instead of bleat?" he muttered under his breath. Especially so early in the morning. It would wake the whole tribe if one of the handlers did not take care of it in time. On one hand, it was a good signal to the rest of the tribe that people should be rising for the day, but on the other, that meant that Hasani would have less time to wander in the quiet of the morning than he usually would have.
Moving to Tanishe, Hasani tipped her chin up to him slowly. Kissing her lips, he rest his forehead against hers for a moment. "We will not move until Atikkah has gone to live with the ancestors. I wish for her to find no more pain in this life or the next," he said soothingly, then took her by the shoulders, turned her slowly around and started walking her out of their tent so that they could both get to work. "I'll walk you to her tent, Tanishe," he said with a sweet smile, taking her hand in his.
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"I hope we are lucky," Hasani said with a soft rumble. The thought of a stew made with some of the fresh milk of the goats was alluring. And different from their usual fare. "I will take the hunters out to see what we might find," Hasani said lightly as an after thought, knowing that some of the desert dwelling animals could be a different, but satisfying addition to their normal meals. The tribe often subsisted on dried meats and whatever vegetation they could find and trade for. However, the addition of a fresh component always seemed to lift spirits.
When his wife mentioned the old woman who had been failing in health for quite some time, Hasani breathed deeply through his nose, letting his gaze flick to her. He observed her applying her khol, thick, muscular arms acrossing firmly against his chest. "I will attend to Atikkah later," Hasani offered lightly. He always liked to sit with the tribemates who were ailing or old. Having a friendly face and the support of the first family was always the best way to go.
Hasani startled at the sound of the screaming goat and he rubbed at his face. "That goat is the strangest creature I have ever witnessed. What has possessed it to scream instead of bleat?" he muttered under his breath. Especially so early in the morning. It would wake the whole tribe if one of the handlers did not take care of it in time. On one hand, it was a good signal to the rest of the tribe that people should be rising for the day, but on the other, that meant that Hasani would have less time to wander in the quiet of the morning than he usually would have.
Moving to Tanishe, Hasani tipped her chin up to him slowly. Kissing her lips, he rest his forehead against hers for a moment. "We will not move until Atikkah has gone to live with the ancestors. I wish for her to find no more pain in this life or the next," he said soothingly, then took her by the shoulders, turned her slowly around and started walking her out of their tent so that they could both get to work. "I'll walk you to her tent, Tanishe," he said with a sweet smile, taking her hand in his.
"I hope we are lucky," Hasani said with a soft rumble. The thought of a stew made with some of the fresh milk of the goats was alluring. And different from their usual fare. "I will take the hunters out to see what we might find," Hasani said lightly as an after thought, knowing that some of the desert dwelling animals could be a different, but satisfying addition to their normal meals. The tribe often subsisted on dried meats and whatever vegetation they could find and trade for. However, the addition of a fresh component always seemed to lift spirits.
When his wife mentioned the old woman who had been failing in health for quite some time, Hasani breathed deeply through his nose, letting his gaze flick to her. He observed her applying her khol, thick, muscular arms acrossing firmly against his chest. "I will attend to Atikkah later," Hasani offered lightly. He always liked to sit with the tribemates who were ailing or old. Having a friendly face and the support of the first family was always the best way to go.
Hasani startled at the sound of the screaming goat and he rubbed at his face. "That goat is the strangest creature I have ever witnessed. What has possessed it to scream instead of bleat?" he muttered under his breath. Especially so early in the morning. It would wake the whole tribe if one of the handlers did not take care of it in time. On one hand, it was a good signal to the rest of the tribe that people should be rising for the day, but on the other, that meant that Hasani would have less time to wander in the quiet of the morning than he usually would have.
Moving to Tanishe, Hasani tipped her chin up to him slowly. Kissing her lips, he rest his forehead against hers for a moment. "We will not move until Atikkah has gone to live with the ancestors. I wish for her to find no more pain in this life or the next," he said soothingly, then took her by the shoulders, turned her slowly around and started walking her out of their tent so that they could both get to work. "I'll walk you to her tent, Tanishe," he said with a sweet smile, taking her hand in his.
"I will attend to Atikkah later.”
She smiled at that and nodded. Even after having known him for the last twenty-seven years of her life, she was always impressed by his kindness and attentiveness, not only to her, but to everyone around them. The tribe could not ask for a better Leier than her husband. Her brother would not have made a bad one, and, in truth, Shange was a prophet as much as her father had been, but they did not necessarily need to be led by a prophet. They needed a man with the fortitude and ability to make decisions and to do what was best for everyone. It didn’t hurt that she was biased.
“If we eat him, he won’t scream?” she offered, to the goat comment. Although the animal could have been a her. She didn’t know which one, exactly, was making the tumult. The goat was soon forgotten, however as he tipped her head back and kissed her. She sighed and breathed him in, bringing her hands up and holding him by the back of his arms, wishing that there was more time to just be together. Duty awaited and she didn’t think that anyone in the medical tent would look too kindly on being ignored.
Thankfully, no one was in there who needed constant looking after. Just a few people who had needed carried, rather than walking on their own and had been moved into the tent last night to make sure that they were alright to return to their families today.
"We will not move until Atikkah has gone to live with the ancestors. I wish for her to find no more pain in this life or the next. I'll walk you to her tent, Tanishe.”
“Thank you, my leier,” she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly before turning and throwing back the tent flap. The sun was blinding for a moment and she held up her hand until her eyes adjusted to the familiar sight of tents all around them. A few people were up, milling about. Likely, most were stirring. She could smell the smoke from several cooking fires. The smoke wasn’t visible except for a shimmer in the air.
“Shall we go?” she asked Hasani and slipped her arm through his, starting toward Atikkah’s tent.
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"I will attend to Atikkah later.”
She smiled at that and nodded. Even after having known him for the last twenty-seven years of her life, she was always impressed by his kindness and attentiveness, not only to her, but to everyone around them. The tribe could not ask for a better Leier than her husband. Her brother would not have made a bad one, and, in truth, Shange was a prophet as much as her father had been, but they did not necessarily need to be led by a prophet. They needed a man with the fortitude and ability to make decisions and to do what was best for everyone. It didn’t hurt that she was biased.
“If we eat him, he won’t scream?” she offered, to the goat comment. Although the animal could have been a her. She didn’t know which one, exactly, was making the tumult. The goat was soon forgotten, however as he tipped her head back and kissed her. She sighed and breathed him in, bringing her hands up and holding him by the back of his arms, wishing that there was more time to just be together. Duty awaited and she didn’t think that anyone in the medical tent would look too kindly on being ignored.
Thankfully, no one was in there who needed constant looking after. Just a few people who had needed carried, rather than walking on their own and had been moved into the tent last night to make sure that they were alright to return to their families today.
"We will not move until Atikkah has gone to live with the ancestors. I wish for her to find no more pain in this life or the next. I'll walk you to her tent, Tanishe.”
“Thank you, my leier,” she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly before turning and throwing back the tent flap. The sun was blinding for a moment and she held up her hand until her eyes adjusted to the familiar sight of tents all around them. A few people were up, milling about. Likely, most were stirring. She could smell the smoke from several cooking fires. The smoke wasn’t visible except for a shimmer in the air.
“Shall we go?” she asked Hasani and slipped her arm through his, starting toward Atikkah’s tent.
"I will attend to Atikkah later.”
She smiled at that and nodded. Even after having known him for the last twenty-seven years of her life, she was always impressed by his kindness and attentiveness, not only to her, but to everyone around them. The tribe could not ask for a better Leier than her husband. Her brother would not have made a bad one, and, in truth, Shange was a prophet as much as her father had been, but they did not necessarily need to be led by a prophet. They needed a man with the fortitude and ability to make decisions and to do what was best for everyone. It didn’t hurt that she was biased.
“If we eat him, he won’t scream?” she offered, to the goat comment. Although the animal could have been a her. She didn’t know which one, exactly, was making the tumult. The goat was soon forgotten, however as he tipped her head back and kissed her. She sighed and breathed him in, bringing her hands up and holding him by the back of his arms, wishing that there was more time to just be together. Duty awaited and she didn’t think that anyone in the medical tent would look too kindly on being ignored.
Thankfully, no one was in there who needed constant looking after. Just a few people who had needed carried, rather than walking on their own and had been moved into the tent last night to make sure that they were alright to return to their families today.
"We will not move until Atikkah has gone to live with the ancestors. I wish for her to find no more pain in this life or the next. I'll walk you to her tent, Tanishe.”
“Thank you, my leier,” she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly before turning and throwing back the tent flap. The sun was blinding for a moment and she held up her hand until her eyes adjusted to the familiar sight of tents all around them. A few people were up, milling about. Likely, most were stirring. She could smell the smoke from several cooking fires. The smoke wasn’t visible except for a shimmer in the air.
“Shall we go?” she asked Hasani and slipped her arm through his, starting toward Atikkah’s tent.
Hunai had been a wonderful leier, but Hasani had to admit that there were some things that had changed since his death. The loss of the prophet leier had been difficult on the tribe, but the trust that had been built between the two men had been what had lead to Hasani's rule when Shange had taken to what could have been his death bed. Relieved that Shange had pulled through, Hasani had opted not to relinquish rule to the yonug man and they all seemed better for it. While also young and untried when Hasani first became leier, Shange would have been entirely out of his element and easy prey for manipulation.
Hasani was no such man. Level headed and wise, he always made an effort to put his best foot forward. He followed the ancestor's ways with vigor and resolve and he was not the type to stray from such a path. The only time he had was when Neena had been with them, but after about a year without her, he was finding himself walking the same paths he had before her. Before the three of them had found comforts in the same bed. In each other, whether with or without the other.
Snorting a short moment of laughter, Hasani cleared his throat and shook his head. "We need the milk more than we need the meat," Hasani admitted easily, his smile playful and almost boyish in nature. The leier followed his wife from the tent after giving her one last peck on the lips. He felt the same way as she, wanting to find a moment of calm and quiet to hold her in his arms. There would, of course, be more time for that later in the day, but for now he was content with the little signs of affection that they were able to share in the moment.
Looping his arm with hers, he walked beside her for a few minutes before he paused. A young boy, up early and wandering the tribe grounds ran up to him. Maybe four or five, he held his hands up, shouting, "Leier! I am lost," he whined a little. Hasani gave a soft smile to the boy, letting go of his wife and then reaching for him.
"Then lets get you found, shall we?" he questioned with practiced ease. "How about a ride, yeah?" The boy nodded excitedly, letting Hasani lift him up onto his shoulders. "If you see your parents, you let me know, child," his voice was deep and smooth and he glanced toward his wife. He had ever intention of following her to the medicine tent. It was such a central location that finding the child's parents would be easy especially if he started from the center.
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Hunai had been a wonderful leier, but Hasani had to admit that there were some things that had changed since his death. The loss of the prophet leier had been difficult on the tribe, but the trust that had been built between the two men had been what had lead to Hasani's rule when Shange had taken to what could have been his death bed. Relieved that Shange had pulled through, Hasani had opted not to relinquish rule to the yonug man and they all seemed better for it. While also young and untried when Hasani first became leier, Shange would have been entirely out of his element and easy prey for manipulation.
Hasani was no such man. Level headed and wise, he always made an effort to put his best foot forward. He followed the ancestor's ways with vigor and resolve and he was not the type to stray from such a path. The only time he had was when Neena had been with them, but after about a year without her, he was finding himself walking the same paths he had before her. Before the three of them had found comforts in the same bed. In each other, whether with or without the other.
Snorting a short moment of laughter, Hasani cleared his throat and shook his head. "We need the milk more than we need the meat," Hasani admitted easily, his smile playful and almost boyish in nature. The leier followed his wife from the tent after giving her one last peck on the lips. He felt the same way as she, wanting to find a moment of calm and quiet to hold her in his arms. There would, of course, be more time for that later in the day, but for now he was content with the little signs of affection that they were able to share in the moment.
Looping his arm with hers, he walked beside her for a few minutes before he paused. A young boy, up early and wandering the tribe grounds ran up to him. Maybe four or five, he held his hands up, shouting, "Leier! I am lost," he whined a little. Hasani gave a soft smile to the boy, letting go of his wife and then reaching for him.
"Then lets get you found, shall we?" he questioned with practiced ease. "How about a ride, yeah?" The boy nodded excitedly, letting Hasani lift him up onto his shoulders. "If you see your parents, you let me know, child," his voice was deep and smooth and he glanced toward his wife. He had ever intention of following her to the medicine tent. It was such a central location that finding the child's parents would be easy especially if he started from the center.
Hunai had been a wonderful leier, but Hasani had to admit that there were some things that had changed since his death. The loss of the prophet leier had been difficult on the tribe, but the trust that had been built between the two men had been what had lead to Hasani's rule when Shange had taken to what could have been his death bed. Relieved that Shange had pulled through, Hasani had opted not to relinquish rule to the yonug man and they all seemed better for it. While also young and untried when Hasani first became leier, Shange would have been entirely out of his element and easy prey for manipulation.
Hasani was no such man. Level headed and wise, he always made an effort to put his best foot forward. He followed the ancestor's ways with vigor and resolve and he was not the type to stray from such a path. The only time he had was when Neena had been with them, but after about a year without her, he was finding himself walking the same paths he had before her. Before the three of them had found comforts in the same bed. In each other, whether with or without the other.
Snorting a short moment of laughter, Hasani cleared his throat and shook his head. "We need the milk more than we need the meat," Hasani admitted easily, his smile playful and almost boyish in nature. The leier followed his wife from the tent after giving her one last peck on the lips. He felt the same way as she, wanting to find a moment of calm and quiet to hold her in his arms. There would, of course, be more time for that later in the day, but for now he was content with the little signs of affection that they were able to share in the moment.
Looping his arm with hers, he walked beside her for a few minutes before he paused. A young boy, up early and wandering the tribe grounds ran up to him. Maybe four or five, he held his hands up, shouting, "Leier! I am lost," he whined a little. Hasani gave a soft smile to the boy, letting go of his wife and then reaching for him.
"Then lets get you found, shall we?" he questioned with practiced ease. "How about a ride, yeah?" The boy nodded excitedly, letting Hasani lift him up onto his shoulders. "If you see your parents, you let me know, child," his voice was deep and smooth and he glanced toward his wife. He had ever intention of following her to the medicine tent. It was such a central location that finding the child's parents would be easy especially if he started from the center.
Her heart squeezed at the sight of her husband scooping the boy up easily in his arms and setting him atop his shoulders. He was made to be a father and she felt a fresh wave of guilt for not being able to give that to him. The only thing that eased her mind, somewhat, was that Neena hadn’t fallen pregnant either. So surely Hasani had known that she was trying and just prevented for some reason. Sometimes she thought maybe someone had placed a curse on her womb.
The problem was she couldn’t think who would do such a thing. So far as she knew, she had no enemies. No one who would go to such a drastic length to ensure her eternal unhappiness.
With great force of will, she pushed thoughts of her own lack of a child away and smiled at Hasani. “You make a fine camel, husband. A sturdy mount for this boy to use for the time being.” She smiled. “A handsome beast of burden.”
The medical tent was in sight soon enough and they still hadn’t located the boy’s parents. She paused at the door of the tent and turned to Hasani. “I will see you in an hour? When we break fast?” He’d said something about finding them food and her stomach was rumbling. She hadn’t forgotten that part at all.
Inside, all that was waiting for her was to gather the old linens from Atikkah and change the bandages for new ones, and send the old off to be boiled and cleaned again. Laundry was never ending in this tent, it seemed. She waited for Hasani to leave before fully entering the tent. It was large and spacious. Different stations were set up to assist with different needs. All beds were raised up off the ground to keep away creepy crawlies like spiders and scorpions, as well as other bugs that liked to burrow.
There was a hole in the top of the tent and a fire pit had been dug. A big pot was set up, herbs bubbling away inside it. The acrid smell seeped into the fabric of the tent walls, joining every other scent and stench that had been there for year upon year upon year. Fresh earth being upturned to accept the tent poles, the illnesses, the elderly, the medicines - perhaps it should all smell horrible and disgusting but this was familiar to her, and comforting in a weird way, especially the herbs and the scent of clean linen bandages, which she had piled in her arms at the moment as she knelt on a rug beside Atikkah’s bed.
“Good morning, Atikkah,” she greeted softly.
The old woman in the bed didn’t look at her but Tanishe hadn’t expected her to. Rather than sit silently, she spoke while she worked, taking care to be gentle while she unwrapped and rewrapped the woman’s sores. Then she sang a little to her, waiting for Hasani to let her know when it was time to eat.
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Her heart squeezed at the sight of her husband scooping the boy up easily in his arms and setting him atop his shoulders. He was made to be a father and she felt a fresh wave of guilt for not being able to give that to him. The only thing that eased her mind, somewhat, was that Neena hadn’t fallen pregnant either. So surely Hasani had known that she was trying and just prevented for some reason. Sometimes she thought maybe someone had placed a curse on her womb.
The problem was she couldn’t think who would do such a thing. So far as she knew, she had no enemies. No one who would go to such a drastic length to ensure her eternal unhappiness.
With great force of will, she pushed thoughts of her own lack of a child away and smiled at Hasani. “You make a fine camel, husband. A sturdy mount for this boy to use for the time being.” She smiled. “A handsome beast of burden.”
The medical tent was in sight soon enough and they still hadn’t located the boy’s parents. She paused at the door of the tent and turned to Hasani. “I will see you in an hour? When we break fast?” He’d said something about finding them food and her stomach was rumbling. She hadn’t forgotten that part at all.
Inside, all that was waiting for her was to gather the old linens from Atikkah and change the bandages for new ones, and send the old off to be boiled and cleaned again. Laundry was never ending in this tent, it seemed. She waited for Hasani to leave before fully entering the tent. It was large and spacious. Different stations were set up to assist with different needs. All beds were raised up off the ground to keep away creepy crawlies like spiders and scorpions, as well as other bugs that liked to burrow.
There was a hole in the top of the tent and a fire pit had been dug. A big pot was set up, herbs bubbling away inside it. The acrid smell seeped into the fabric of the tent walls, joining every other scent and stench that had been there for year upon year upon year. Fresh earth being upturned to accept the tent poles, the illnesses, the elderly, the medicines - perhaps it should all smell horrible and disgusting but this was familiar to her, and comforting in a weird way, especially the herbs and the scent of clean linen bandages, which she had piled in her arms at the moment as she knelt on a rug beside Atikkah’s bed.
“Good morning, Atikkah,” she greeted softly.
The old woman in the bed didn’t look at her but Tanishe hadn’t expected her to. Rather than sit silently, she spoke while she worked, taking care to be gentle while she unwrapped and rewrapped the woman’s sores. Then she sang a little to her, waiting for Hasani to let her know when it was time to eat.
Her heart squeezed at the sight of her husband scooping the boy up easily in his arms and setting him atop his shoulders. He was made to be a father and she felt a fresh wave of guilt for not being able to give that to him. The only thing that eased her mind, somewhat, was that Neena hadn’t fallen pregnant either. So surely Hasani had known that she was trying and just prevented for some reason. Sometimes she thought maybe someone had placed a curse on her womb.
The problem was she couldn’t think who would do such a thing. So far as she knew, she had no enemies. No one who would go to such a drastic length to ensure her eternal unhappiness.
With great force of will, she pushed thoughts of her own lack of a child away and smiled at Hasani. “You make a fine camel, husband. A sturdy mount for this boy to use for the time being.” She smiled. “A handsome beast of burden.”
The medical tent was in sight soon enough and they still hadn’t located the boy’s parents. She paused at the door of the tent and turned to Hasani. “I will see you in an hour? When we break fast?” He’d said something about finding them food and her stomach was rumbling. She hadn’t forgotten that part at all.
Inside, all that was waiting for her was to gather the old linens from Atikkah and change the bandages for new ones, and send the old off to be boiled and cleaned again. Laundry was never ending in this tent, it seemed. She waited for Hasani to leave before fully entering the tent. It was large and spacious. Different stations were set up to assist with different needs. All beds were raised up off the ground to keep away creepy crawlies like spiders and scorpions, as well as other bugs that liked to burrow.
There was a hole in the top of the tent and a fire pit had been dug. A big pot was set up, herbs bubbling away inside it. The acrid smell seeped into the fabric of the tent walls, joining every other scent and stench that had been there for year upon year upon year. Fresh earth being upturned to accept the tent poles, the illnesses, the elderly, the medicines - perhaps it should all smell horrible and disgusting but this was familiar to her, and comforting in a weird way, especially the herbs and the scent of clean linen bandages, which she had piled in her arms at the moment as she knelt on a rug beside Atikkah’s bed.
“Good morning, Atikkah,” she greeted softly.
The old woman in the bed didn’t look at her but Tanishe hadn’t expected her to. Rather than sit silently, she spoke while she worked, taking care to be gentle while she unwrapped and rewrapped the woman’s sores. Then she sang a little to her, waiting for Hasani to let her know when it was time to eat.
Hasani gave his wife a confident nod. "I think I'd make a rather handsome camel. Like our dear bull," he added with a hearty laugh. Looking up at the boy on his shoulders, Hasani gave a second nod of affirmation, "I shall bring you food," he noted with ease and giving her a kind smile. "Give dear Atikkah my love, wife," he rumbled and then turned to walk in the direction that the little boy was trying to point him.
From up here, the boy seemed to recognize the small pathways, trying to remember where exactly his parents had placed their tent. After thirty minutes of walking, the boy squealed in delight at finally spotting his parents, patting the top of Hasani's in pure excitement.
The parents noticed him too, perking up and looking entirely relieved as the rushed up. "Leier!" the mother crooned softly, reaching for her boy, "Thank you. He got lost--"
Hasani let the boy down onto two feet and put up his hands as if to ward off the thanks. "It was no trouble. I was able to do some rounds at the same time," he admitted, giving a soft nod and then clapping the father on the back. "He gravitated right in my direction. I hope he joins the hunters if he has such an instinct for things of import," the leier said with a jovial laugh. "I must go. My leieren requires to be fed," he hummed, starting to turn back in the direction of his own tent.
Once there, he gathered up the bread and dried meat that Tanishe had mentioned, making his way back to the medical tent. He made it back in less than an hour and slipped into the healer's tent. His gaze flicked to the old woman and he found himself frowning out of sheer sadness at the sight. He figured he might as well sit with her while he could. Leaving his wife her food, he let her take her fill as he settled down beside Atikkah.
"Atikkah," Hasani greeted, "You look so lovely this morning," he complimented, carefully reaching forward to brush some hair from the old woman's forehead.
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Hasani gave his wife a confident nod. "I think I'd make a rather handsome camel. Like our dear bull," he added with a hearty laugh. Looking up at the boy on his shoulders, Hasani gave a second nod of affirmation, "I shall bring you food," he noted with ease and giving her a kind smile. "Give dear Atikkah my love, wife," he rumbled and then turned to walk in the direction that the little boy was trying to point him.
From up here, the boy seemed to recognize the small pathways, trying to remember where exactly his parents had placed their tent. After thirty minutes of walking, the boy squealed in delight at finally spotting his parents, patting the top of Hasani's in pure excitement.
The parents noticed him too, perking up and looking entirely relieved as the rushed up. "Leier!" the mother crooned softly, reaching for her boy, "Thank you. He got lost--"
Hasani let the boy down onto two feet and put up his hands as if to ward off the thanks. "It was no trouble. I was able to do some rounds at the same time," he admitted, giving a soft nod and then clapping the father on the back. "He gravitated right in my direction. I hope he joins the hunters if he has such an instinct for things of import," the leier said with a jovial laugh. "I must go. My leieren requires to be fed," he hummed, starting to turn back in the direction of his own tent.
Once there, he gathered up the bread and dried meat that Tanishe had mentioned, making his way back to the medical tent. He made it back in less than an hour and slipped into the healer's tent. His gaze flicked to the old woman and he found himself frowning out of sheer sadness at the sight. He figured he might as well sit with her while he could. Leaving his wife her food, he let her take her fill as he settled down beside Atikkah.
"Atikkah," Hasani greeted, "You look so lovely this morning," he complimented, carefully reaching forward to brush some hair from the old woman's forehead.
Hasani gave his wife a confident nod. "I think I'd make a rather handsome camel. Like our dear bull," he added with a hearty laugh. Looking up at the boy on his shoulders, Hasani gave a second nod of affirmation, "I shall bring you food," he noted with ease and giving her a kind smile. "Give dear Atikkah my love, wife," he rumbled and then turned to walk in the direction that the little boy was trying to point him.
From up here, the boy seemed to recognize the small pathways, trying to remember where exactly his parents had placed their tent. After thirty minutes of walking, the boy squealed in delight at finally spotting his parents, patting the top of Hasani's in pure excitement.
The parents noticed him too, perking up and looking entirely relieved as the rushed up. "Leier!" the mother crooned softly, reaching for her boy, "Thank you. He got lost--"
Hasani let the boy down onto two feet and put up his hands as if to ward off the thanks. "It was no trouble. I was able to do some rounds at the same time," he admitted, giving a soft nod and then clapping the father on the back. "He gravitated right in my direction. I hope he joins the hunters if he has such an instinct for things of import," the leier said with a jovial laugh. "I must go. My leieren requires to be fed," he hummed, starting to turn back in the direction of his own tent.
Once there, he gathered up the bread and dried meat that Tanishe had mentioned, making his way back to the medical tent. He made it back in less than an hour and slipped into the healer's tent. His gaze flicked to the old woman and he found himself frowning out of sheer sadness at the sight. He figured he might as well sit with her while he could. Leaving his wife her food, he let her take her fill as he settled down beside Atikkah.
"Atikkah," Hasani greeted, "You look so lovely this morning," he complimented, carefully reaching forward to brush some hair from the old woman's forehead.
She smiled when his shadow filled the doorway of the tent, momentarily letting in a wash of sunlight around him. The food in his hands brought her to her feet and she accepted it gratefully. “I will eat outside, husband,” she told him and left the tent for a few minutes.
The air was hot but not unpleasant. She made quick work of the bread and chewed thoughtfully on the dried meat. The goat screamed again. She did not agree with Hasani. Really, they should eat it. However, it wasn’t her goat and she wouldn’t go against his judgement anyway in this matter, no matter what her own thoughts were about it.
Hasani’s voice filtered through the tent walls, muffled and deep. She listened to him speaking to Atikkah for a little while. Soon her food was done and she reentered the tent. Leaving him to see to the old woman’s company, she moved onto another patient who pretty much needed the same thing. Time. Everyone’s wounds were dressed, or their herbs had been given. In one case, both.
At the moment, there wasn’t a terrible amount of work to do and so once her other patient fell asleep, she drifted over to Hasani and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I thought you were going to see to the warriors?” Or he might stay in here all day. Who knew? She liked to have him around but she also didn’t want him to stay if he had other duties to attend to. She certainly did. Once her relief came, she was going to go home and start the bread for supper.
Her mind had already drifted to later, when she’d be sitting with her legs crossed, her mortar bowl in her hand and she would be singing to herself, grinding dried roots into powder and sliding that into little leather pouches.
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She smiled when his shadow filled the doorway of the tent, momentarily letting in a wash of sunlight around him. The food in his hands brought her to her feet and she accepted it gratefully. “I will eat outside, husband,” she told him and left the tent for a few minutes.
The air was hot but not unpleasant. She made quick work of the bread and chewed thoughtfully on the dried meat. The goat screamed again. She did not agree with Hasani. Really, they should eat it. However, it wasn’t her goat and she wouldn’t go against his judgement anyway in this matter, no matter what her own thoughts were about it.
Hasani’s voice filtered through the tent walls, muffled and deep. She listened to him speaking to Atikkah for a little while. Soon her food was done and she reentered the tent. Leaving him to see to the old woman’s company, she moved onto another patient who pretty much needed the same thing. Time. Everyone’s wounds were dressed, or their herbs had been given. In one case, both.
At the moment, there wasn’t a terrible amount of work to do and so once her other patient fell asleep, she drifted over to Hasani and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I thought you were going to see to the warriors?” Or he might stay in here all day. Who knew? She liked to have him around but she also didn’t want him to stay if he had other duties to attend to. She certainly did. Once her relief came, she was going to go home and start the bread for supper.
Her mind had already drifted to later, when she’d be sitting with her legs crossed, her mortar bowl in her hand and she would be singing to herself, grinding dried roots into powder and sliding that into little leather pouches.
She smiled when his shadow filled the doorway of the tent, momentarily letting in a wash of sunlight around him. The food in his hands brought her to her feet and she accepted it gratefully. “I will eat outside, husband,” she told him and left the tent for a few minutes.
The air was hot but not unpleasant. She made quick work of the bread and chewed thoughtfully on the dried meat. The goat screamed again. She did not agree with Hasani. Really, they should eat it. However, it wasn’t her goat and she wouldn’t go against his judgement anyway in this matter, no matter what her own thoughts were about it.
Hasani’s voice filtered through the tent walls, muffled and deep. She listened to him speaking to Atikkah for a little while. Soon her food was done and she reentered the tent. Leaving him to see to the old woman’s company, she moved onto another patient who pretty much needed the same thing. Time. Everyone’s wounds were dressed, or their herbs had been given. In one case, both.
At the moment, there wasn’t a terrible amount of work to do and so once her other patient fell asleep, she drifted over to Hasani and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I thought you were going to see to the warriors?” Or he might stay in here all day. Who knew? She liked to have him around but she also didn’t want him to stay if he had other duties to attend to. She certainly did. Once her relief came, she was going to go home and start the bread for supper.
Her mind had already drifted to later, when she’d be sitting with her legs crossed, her mortar bowl in her hand and she would be singing to herself, grinding dried roots into powder and sliding that into little leather pouches.
Hasani hadn't realized how long that he had stayed sitting next to Atikkah. Honestly, he was so engrossed into telling her stories, even if she didn't listen, that he had totally forgotten about food and the little warriors that would be training that day. It was only when his wife touched him that he seemed to snap out of his little trance of wanting to soothe the old, aching woman. Hasani had known her as long as he had been alive and it always hurt his heart when someone went to the ancestors.
Even though he knew them to be in a good place. A better place. Not in pain. Not struggling to survive. Hasani still struggled to let his tribe mates go. Clearing his throat, he glanced up at the beautiful woman at his back, giving her a weak smile. "Thank you, Tanishe," he hummed, "I lost track of time," the leier noted, pressing himself to his feet.
Even though he was generally a very busy man, he still tried to find time to do little things such as this. The tribe was a community and the community was only as strong and kind and dutiful as its leader. Hasani was no prophet, but he tried to be as fair and thoughtful as he possibly could. It was the right thing to do and with them not being very inclined to war and battle, he hadn't found himself very strict or over the top with the people he lead.
"Is there any bread left?" he asked as he rose to his feet, giving Atikkah a gentle smile and starting to slip out of the tent. He seemed to coax his wife to come with him, his mouth set into a firm line. When they were outside, he turned to Tanishe, "How long do you think she has?" he asked quietly, glancing back into the medicine tent.
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Hasani hadn't realized how long that he had stayed sitting next to Atikkah. Honestly, he was so engrossed into telling her stories, even if she didn't listen, that he had totally forgotten about food and the little warriors that would be training that day. It was only when his wife touched him that he seemed to snap out of his little trance of wanting to soothe the old, aching woman. Hasani had known her as long as he had been alive and it always hurt his heart when someone went to the ancestors.
Even though he knew them to be in a good place. A better place. Not in pain. Not struggling to survive. Hasani still struggled to let his tribe mates go. Clearing his throat, he glanced up at the beautiful woman at his back, giving her a weak smile. "Thank you, Tanishe," he hummed, "I lost track of time," the leier noted, pressing himself to his feet.
Even though he was generally a very busy man, he still tried to find time to do little things such as this. The tribe was a community and the community was only as strong and kind and dutiful as its leader. Hasani was no prophet, but he tried to be as fair and thoughtful as he possibly could. It was the right thing to do and with them not being very inclined to war and battle, he hadn't found himself very strict or over the top with the people he lead.
"Is there any bread left?" he asked as he rose to his feet, giving Atikkah a gentle smile and starting to slip out of the tent. He seemed to coax his wife to come with him, his mouth set into a firm line. When they were outside, he turned to Tanishe, "How long do you think she has?" he asked quietly, glancing back into the medicine tent.
Hasani hadn't realized how long that he had stayed sitting next to Atikkah. Honestly, he was so engrossed into telling her stories, even if she didn't listen, that he had totally forgotten about food and the little warriors that would be training that day. It was only when his wife touched him that he seemed to snap out of his little trance of wanting to soothe the old, aching woman. Hasani had known her as long as he had been alive and it always hurt his heart when someone went to the ancestors.
Even though he knew them to be in a good place. A better place. Not in pain. Not struggling to survive. Hasani still struggled to let his tribe mates go. Clearing his throat, he glanced up at the beautiful woman at his back, giving her a weak smile. "Thank you, Tanishe," he hummed, "I lost track of time," the leier noted, pressing himself to his feet.
Even though he was generally a very busy man, he still tried to find time to do little things such as this. The tribe was a community and the community was only as strong and kind and dutiful as its leader. Hasani was no prophet, but he tried to be as fair and thoughtful as he possibly could. It was the right thing to do and with them not being very inclined to war and battle, he hadn't found himself very strict or over the top with the people he lead.
"Is there any bread left?" he asked as he rose to his feet, giving Atikkah a gentle smile and starting to slip out of the tent. He seemed to coax his wife to come with him, his mouth set into a firm line. When they were outside, he turned to Tanishe, "How long do you think she has?" he asked quietly, glancing back into the medicine tent.
She moved in order for him to be able to stand and loosely crossed her arms over her torso, her brown eyes drifting to Atikkah again. Unlike her husband, she was not so very attached to people that it hurt her heart for them to pass. For her, she would rather Atikkah leave this life sooner than later. The woman was old and frail and these days of travel had taken their toll. The respect she had for this woman did not equate to what she would define as ‘love’. That meant, for her at least, that she would not actively miss Atikkah. They had never been especially close.
Maybe some would think her cold and unfeeling, but she dealt with illness, death, and injury too frequently to be anything other than used to it. She watched the evident unhappiness on her husband’s face and gently rubbed her hand up and down his back in order to offer wordless comfort. She didn’t like his weak smiles. They betrayed deep emotions of a negative nature. If she could have, she’d have ensured that he never had a moment’s unease; only joy and humor. He was never more handsome than when he was laughing, with his eyes crinkled in half moons of amusement and his white teeth flashing.
"Is there any bread left?"
“N-no,” she admitted with a grimacing smile. In a hesitant tone, one filled with a tiny bit of guilt, she added, “I thought all of that was for me…”
Following him outside, she expected him to go on about the bread, or maybe tell her that she’d better go find some and maybe have a playful pat to her backside, but once he turned, she found him solemn. “How long do you think she has?" he asked.
“A few days at most,” she gently reminded him. Loosely hugging herself, she tilted her head at him. “What are you thinking?” Was he going to call a council? Plead with the ancestors?
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She moved in order for him to be able to stand and loosely crossed her arms over her torso, her brown eyes drifting to Atikkah again. Unlike her husband, she was not so very attached to people that it hurt her heart for them to pass. For her, she would rather Atikkah leave this life sooner than later. The woman was old and frail and these days of travel had taken their toll. The respect she had for this woman did not equate to what she would define as ‘love’. That meant, for her at least, that she would not actively miss Atikkah. They had never been especially close.
Maybe some would think her cold and unfeeling, but she dealt with illness, death, and injury too frequently to be anything other than used to it. She watched the evident unhappiness on her husband’s face and gently rubbed her hand up and down his back in order to offer wordless comfort. She didn’t like his weak smiles. They betrayed deep emotions of a negative nature. If she could have, she’d have ensured that he never had a moment’s unease; only joy and humor. He was never more handsome than when he was laughing, with his eyes crinkled in half moons of amusement and his white teeth flashing.
"Is there any bread left?"
“N-no,” she admitted with a grimacing smile. In a hesitant tone, one filled with a tiny bit of guilt, she added, “I thought all of that was for me…”
Following him outside, she expected him to go on about the bread, or maybe tell her that she’d better go find some and maybe have a playful pat to her backside, but once he turned, she found him solemn. “How long do you think she has?" he asked.
“A few days at most,” she gently reminded him. Loosely hugging herself, she tilted her head at him. “What are you thinking?” Was he going to call a council? Plead with the ancestors?
She moved in order for him to be able to stand and loosely crossed her arms over her torso, her brown eyes drifting to Atikkah again. Unlike her husband, she was not so very attached to people that it hurt her heart for them to pass. For her, she would rather Atikkah leave this life sooner than later. The woman was old and frail and these days of travel had taken their toll. The respect she had for this woman did not equate to what she would define as ‘love’. That meant, for her at least, that she would not actively miss Atikkah. They had never been especially close.
Maybe some would think her cold and unfeeling, but she dealt with illness, death, and injury too frequently to be anything other than used to it. She watched the evident unhappiness on her husband’s face and gently rubbed her hand up and down his back in order to offer wordless comfort. She didn’t like his weak smiles. They betrayed deep emotions of a negative nature. If she could have, she’d have ensured that he never had a moment’s unease; only joy and humor. He was never more handsome than when he was laughing, with his eyes crinkled in half moons of amusement and his white teeth flashing.
"Is there any bread left?"
“N-no,” she admitted with a grimacing smile. In a hesitant tone, one filled with a tiny bit of guilt, she added, “I thought all of that was for me…”
Following him outside, she expected him to go on about the bread, or maybe tell her that she’d better go find some and maybe have a playful pat to her backside, but once he turned, she found him solemn. “How long do you think she has?" he asked.
“A few days at most,” she gently reminded him. Loosely hugging herself, she tilted her head at him. “What are you thinking?” Was he going to call a council? Plead with the ancestors?
He was honestly so hungry now. He had hoped to sit and eat with her so that they could share a meal. Now, however, he would need to hunt for more bread and meat. Maybe some dried fish as well. Because he did still need to attend to the young warriors who were soon to be training. A glance at the lcoation of the sun in the sky had him calculating how much time he actually had to make it on time to see the beginning matches.
But Hasani was also aware that she was also hungry and he could not fault her for a miscommunication. And he could as sure as the ancestors find himself something to tide him over until the next big meal. It was something he did often and with such frequency that he was truly used to it. Giving her a small smile, he shrugged his shoulders, "My loss, then," he commented, then breathing through his nose.
The topic of Atikkah was difficult, but he understood that in a few days she would be in a better place. The leier simply did not wish for the old woman to suffer for any longer than needed for the ancestors to claim her. Dipping his head in calm understanding, he gave his wife a small pat on the rump without thinking much of it. "I simply pray that they will be kind to her and take her sooner rather than later," the man's features had taken on a slight frown. But then it was gone, "Come and find me when you are relieved," Hasani noted, pressing an easy kiss to her temple.
"I am going back to the tend for dried fish and then to view the young warriors training. I am sure that they little ones will find their footing with their beautiful leieren watching their every move," Hasani noted, giving her and easy wink, pulling away from her and starting to saunter back toward their tent.
After finding the food he was looking for, he munched on it silently on his way to the warriors' training. This was a big deal. Young boys would become men before long and those with an aptitude for battle could find glory and purpose in protecting the tribe.
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He was honestly so hungry now. He had hoped to sit and eat with her so that they could share a meal. Now, however, he would need to hunt for more bread and meat. Maybe some dried fish as well. Because he did still need to attend to the young warriors who were soon to be training. A glance at the lcoation of the sun in the sky had him calculating how much time he actually had to make it on time to see the beginning matches.
But Hasani was also aware that she was also hungry and he could not fault her for a miscommunication. And he could as sure as the ancestors find himself something to tide him over until the next big meal. It was something he did often and with such frequency that he was truly used to it. Giving her a small smile, he shrugged his shoulders, "My loss, then," he commented, then breathing through his nose.
The topic of Atikkah was difficult, but he understood that in a few days she would be in a better place. The leier simply did not wish for the old woman to suffer for any longer than needed for the ancestors to claim her. Dipping his head in calm understanding, he gave his wife a small pat on the rump without thinking much of it. "I simply pray that they will be kind to her and take her sooner rather than later," the man's features had taken on a slight frown. But then it was gone, "Come and find me when you are relieved," Hasani noted, pressing an easy kiss to her temple.
"I am going back to the tend for dried fish and then to view the young warriors training. I am sure that they little ones will find their footing with their beautiful leieren watching their every move," Hasani noted, giving her and easy wink, pulling away from her and starting to saunter back toward their tent.
After finding the food he was looking for, he munched on it silently on his way to the warriors' training. This was a big deal. Young boys would become men before long and those with an aptitude for battle could find glory and purpose in protecting the tribe.
He was honestly so hungry now. He had hoped to sit and eat with her so that they could share a meal. Now, however, he would need to hunt for more bread and meat. Maybe some dried fish as well. Because he did still need to attend to the young warriors who were soon to be training. A glance at the lcoation of the sun in the sky had him calculating how much time he actually had to make it on time to see the beginning matches.
But Hasani was also aware that she was also hungry and he could not fault her for a miscommunication. And he could as sure as the ancestors find himself something to tide him over until the next big meal. It was something he did often and with such frequency that he was truly used to it. Giving her a small smile, he shrugged his shoulders, "My loss, then," he commented, then breathing through his nose.
The topic of Atikkah was difficult, but he understood that in a few days she would be in a better place. The leier simply did not wish for the old woman to suffer for any longer than needed for the ancestors to claim her. Dipping his head in calm understanding, he gave his wife a small pat on the rump without thinking much of it. "I simply pray that they will be kind to her and take her sooner rather than later," the man's features had taken on a slight frown. But then it was gone, "Come and find me when you are relieved," Hasani noted, pressing an easy kiss to her temple.
"I am going back to the tend for dried fish and then to view the young warriors training. I am sure that they little ones will find their footing with their beautiful leieren watching their every move," Hasani noted, giving her and easy wink, pulling away from her and starting to saunter back toward their tent.
After finding the food he was looking for, he munched on it silently on his way to the warriors' training. This was a big deal. Young boys would become men before long and those with an aptitude for battle could find glory and purpose in protecting the tribe.